lirik lagu 50 cent - roll that shit
roll that sh-t
(feat. kidd kidd)
[intro:]
“i really hate havin to resort
to knockin elderly people in the head for they money!
but i’ll do it! i’ll do it!
yea, you know i’ll do it
i’ll do it, i’ll do it
yea, you know i’ll do it
i like gettin high, mm-uh-uh”
{“sms, audio”}
[chorus: 50 cent (kidd kidd)]
i’ll roll the sh-t, i’ll smoke the sh-t
(n-gg- i’m high as a muh’f-cker)
i’ll roll the sh-t, i’ll smoke the sh-t {“the letter c”}
(ain’t nann n-gg- ’bout to come tell me nothin)
i’ll roll the sh-t, i’ll smoke the sh-t
(i’ll make yo’ b-tch come smoke with me)
i’ll roll the sh-t – i’ll roll the sh-t
(that’s why yo’ b-tch wan’ roll with me, huh!)
my bentley coupe ain’t got no top
it’s hot, i’m checkin my ap
if i shout let’s roll, then b-tch you wan’ roll
n-gg- you must be crazy
i’ll roll the sh-t, i’ll smoke the sh-t…
i’ll roll the sh-t – i’ll smoke the sh-t…
[50 cent:]
hey slim, hey shady look what you done did
made a southside n-gg- get a pocket full of bread
got that bentley mulsanne to match that boat
beige leather seats in it, they match that dope
kush smoke same color to match that coat
i’m chin-chillin; mo’ spillin
dom poppin, party rockin
my beat knockin, your b-tch watchin
my feds clockin my sh-t
blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks
get your -ss whipped you step on my sh-t
n-gg- you blink i’m all in yo’ b-tch
put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
jack’ll be nimble, jack’ll c-m quick
this pimp sh-t, break the paper off b-tch
that sh-t fake, audemars don’t tick
them ain’t diamonds, what is this sh-t?
i’m confused, this bill don’t go and pick
i’m a match that deal with my hat
they said i fell off, i snapped right back
n-gg- my money can’t fit in no safe
got a mil’ for e’ry lil’ b-mp on yo’ face
tryin to count mine, i’m walkin up in the vault
better have a pound if you n-gg-z wan’ smoke
[chorus]
[kidd kidd (50 cent):]
huh! 50 cent, look what you done did
took a ninth ward n-gg- from the hood made him big
now every hoe want a kid from the kidd kidd
they tripped, slipped and fell on my d-ck
give me brain like i ain’t got no sense
i got change, dollars and lil’ cents
i got rich, they ain’t seen me since
now it’s all startin to make sense
i pull up in that brand new benz
all of a sudden i got brand new friends
brand new chopper, b-tch go blakka
brrrrrt, like i just broke wind
(i roll the sh-t, i smoke the sh-t)
i forgot she was in my bed
(i roll the sh-t – i smoke the sh-t)
d-mn! i blew through all my bread
that lambo ain’t got no top
man i’m hotter than stove top
rider gang, we on top
and we havin a smoke-out
eyes low but i’m so high
don’t ask me, i don’t know why
i’ll roll the sh-t and i’ll smoke the sh-t
if i don’t p-ss the sh-t don’t task for sh-t, huh!
[chorus]
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